PAROLES
[Intro]
Lola Bunny like a parrot
Ridin’ with Lola the Bunny ’cause I got carats
Ridin’ with Lola the Bunny ’cause I got carats
Baby, I contract the money, no matter where it is
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[Verse]
Ice cream sprinkles in the chain
No, you can’t hang if you ain’t gang
Bitch, stop merging, stay up in yo’ lane
Fuck you take the hit for if you ain’t got no aim?
All these niggas rockin’ with the gang
Glock 40. that rocket with ya chain
The Jeep truck took off from the Mustang
The fuck you take the ride for if you weren’t on a thang?
The fuck you in the whip for if you ain’t squeezin’?
You ain’t with the shits, then you should be leavin’
Free all my shorties out the damn prison
Loud pack bust my ear drums, I can’t hear shit
Pussy got that fake ice on, hе embarrassed
I paid 3K for this scarf, I’m not a terrorist
Got out thе cage and flew right past, shit like a parrot
Ridin’ with Lola the Bunny ’cause I got carats
Told that ho’ don’t talk to me because I’m married
She said her man got a chain, but he don’t ever wear it
Baby, I contract the money, no matter where it is
You gon’ see me pullin’ up, wheels spinnin’ like Ferris wheels
You gon’ see me sildin’ by shinier, that’s some tyre shine
Accordin’ to my watch, you can get up with me at anytime
Pull up super charge, like meet me down at the finish line
The shit they said when I was young, I’m older man, I get it now
The bitch did went and got her face done, she think she pretty now
The bitch did went and got her ass done, she think she pokin’ now
She got her buns out, it’s hot out, she think she smokin’ now
Took the bitch heart and ran away, I think she broken now
I got bread, I can’t be loafin’ now
Slid the car right to your slot, it’s a token now
If I get caught with, won’t depend on no bitch hold me down
I’ll shoot a nigga like “kuh”, that’s the Kobe sound
Young nigga ridin’ with a jock, they’ll hold it down
‘Fore you be onside of the law, you don’t know us now
They don’t got a nigga like me, who gon’ know it’s them
And I know they raid my fuckin’ place, like I know it’s him
Bitch, get out my fuckin’ face, if you don’t know what sound
Gave a bitch a blunt and a bottle, now it’s going down
All these bitches love fuckin’ rappers, man, they going ’round
Just sent the brick, dry wall, you know I tore it down
Bitch, get the fuck out the trap, if you don’t know what’s up
Strap on my M13, show my shoulder love
Ate it front and back in, I don’t go to clubs
Baby, let the cars back in, I’m tryna show the club
Hold on, niggas on some snake shit motorclub
Gang gang, walked in, cooler tryna glow the club
Desert eagle so big this bitch’ll blow the club
You think this shit a game, well phew, had to show the club
Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew
